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July 31, 2008

By Winter Williams, Oskaloosa, KS

i hear the angels calling as i lay here in my bed they call his name to come with us as he smells the breath of death he tells them hes not ready he says this life is mine but they thell him its his time as he falls into the darkness falling one step at a time he hears his name they call again for him to come and play he feals the presher on his kneck and tastes the death of pain before he goes he sees the light and goes into the darkness which forever is his night.

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this poem is about my cosin jordan. he died on mothers day of 2005. i wrote this because i was not able to go to his funeral and i felt like this was my way of saying good bye.

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